Weave a poem of early morning dew thenRibbons of syllabic patterns tint the blossomsAfresh again anew....I just love these lines. I don't care for coffee but I love the smell of it. I can just smell it in this poem you have written.

Loving this one, Gillena. Like the picture also, I will call her "a pixie". A our house it is me who makes the coffee, I do it the night before and in the morning just push the "On" button on my way to the bathroom ...